I knew it was cool this morning, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to the firehouse near the creek. The roses appeared to be holding bits of snow. Snow in June? No way!

Perhaps the firemen needed to get rid of foam. We’ve walked there for four years and never saw foam before.

Grandson David had a day off, so we had lunch at Jukebox Junction on the way to the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was a wonderful day to be in the mountains. The higher we drove, the cooler it became. A sign stated we were at the highest point on the whole parkway. There were many clouds, both white and rainy-gray, which made the scenery much more interesting than a view bleached by full sun. We stopped at many of the overlooks, getting out to soak up the silence and enjoy sprinkles from the sky.